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THE SISTER MONTHS.
When April stop nsldo for Mny,
I. Ski1 (MuinoniW nil tliu rain-drop glisten;
Freflli violets open every day:
To 0! no new bird uauti hour wo listen.
The children with tho Htroamlots Mug,
When April stops tit lnt her weeping;
Ami every Imppv mowing thfnic
Laughs like u bubo just loused tvoux bleep-
Yet April water", year by your,
For Iii'fKiinl May her thirsty tlowors;
And Mny, In gold or sunboann oluiir,
l'tiya Aprirfor hor silvery shower''.
AH tlowois of spring iiro not May's own;
The crocus ean not often kiss her:
The snow-drop, oro sho comes, has Down;
Tho earliest violent always iuLm hor.
Nor does May claim the wholo of spring:
Sho leaves to April blossoms tender,
That closoly to tho warm turf ellug,
Or swing from tree-boughs, high und slondor.
And May-tlowors bloom boforo May ootnes
To cheer. i little, April's midness:
Tho peach-bud glows, the wild boo hums.
And wind-Mowers wave in graceful gladness.
Thoy nre two sUters. side by sldo
Sharing thochnngo of the woathor,
1'laylng at pretty st'Ok-and-hldo
So fur apart, so close together!
Anrli and May ono moment moot
llut raieweil sighs their greetings smother:
And brco.cs tell, and birds repeat.
How Stay und April love eacl other.
Jaku Ldirnm, (n .St. A'lchiiUu.
"You will hnvo n beautiful day, my
dear," said Mrs. IIopo, as sho looked
admiringly lirst at hor son Dick, who
was driving tip to tho door in his now
buggy, thou at hor dnughtor-in-luw,
Mary Hope, whoso honoy-moon was at
"1 am so glad!" said tho young wife.
"What lovely weather wo liavo had
ever since 1 eatno here! not at all like
what some of my friends predicted when
they said wo ought to spend our honey
moon in tho East."
Dick Hope tit that momont sprang
out of his buggy lightly, and gallantly
extended a liand to his wife. m
"Nonsonso!" exclaimed Mary IIopo.
"I am not such a helpless creature that
I can't get in mysolf," and sho stopped
lightly into tho buggy with a merry
Miv. Hope the elder gave an approv
ing nod: "It's just as well to lot Dick
know you can help yoursolf. Those
Western men "
"Need managing liko other men,"
interrupted hor daughtor-in-law with
Old Mr. Hope, coming down from
tho stables at that moment, eyed tho
horse, buggy and harness (Dick had
expended seven hundred dollars on
that turn-out), then stood patting tho
horso'a nock kindly. H vroa nu uil
mirer oi lino horses, and his judgment
was sought far and wido on all points
of horse-flesh: " Thoro's fine mottlo
"I know it," said Dick, proudly.
"Cheap at four hundred," said Mr.
Hope. " Have you tried her yot?"
"I think she's good for two twonty
ono without much of an effort."
" Why, isn't that a fast horse, Dick?"
asked his wife, whoso curiosity was
" Just middling," answered hor hus
band. "Wo have thorn out hero fastor
"It fast," said his father. "Wo
used to think it impossible, but wo havo
got so far on now thoro s no tollin
what's in a horso. I
very much. If it was
like this mare
"Come, now, what would you give,
father?" said Dick, bantcringly.
"It's all in tho family, so I'm saved a
hundred dollars at least."
" A hundred moro wouldn't buy hor,
father. Just sav to anvbodv that covets
my now mare 1 wont take a cent less
than seven hundred dollars. Why, sho
goes like tho wind."
"That reminds mo, Dick; you'd best
tako tho road round by Drake's."
"And lose a good half-hour," said
"That's a long way round, father,"
said tho elder Mrs. Hope.
"You tako my advico," said hor hus
band. "1 meancomingback. It doesn't
matter going. If it should blow, you'll
find it safest."
Dick, who was adjusting a strap,
looked off east and west, smiled in a
satisliod way, and observed, "I don't
see any signs of a storm."
"Nor V' said his father; "but no
ono knows anything about tho wind
horo. I'll nover forgot tho sweep I got
twenty years ago coming ovor Pringlo's
"There is where wo arc goino-, isn't
it, Diek?" Mrs Dick IIopo looked tho
least trifio anxious as sho turned to hor
husband. "Was it so bad, Mr. IIopo?"
" Bad! Bad's no name for it. Wh'v
it blew my wagon as far as from horo to
tho barn blow tho horsos off their foot,
toto up trees, and lodged mo against a
rook that saved my lifo."
"That must havo been terrible," said
"Don't lot him frighten you," said
Diek, smilingly: "lightningndver strikes
twice in tho same place. I'm all right,
yon soo. Tho only t'uno I was blown
away was when 1 went East for you.
Are wo all ready now? Baskot in,
Mrs. IIopo nodded gayly, Dick lifted
tho reins lightly, and away tho now
buggy with it3 happy occupants sped
over tho prairie.
It was early morning., Tho fingers of
tho dafvn stretched upward, dissolving
tho shadowy mist that hung ovor the
prairio and tho thin lino of woodland
that lay away off to tho west liko a
frinV) oa a noatly-cut garment. Tho
wlfo inhaled tho perfumes ox-
urn tho llowcrs, tilling tho at-
mosphcro with rich odors. Thoro woro
linos upon lines of variegated tints
above tho horizon. Such a sunriso
Mary Hope had nover looked on except
among tho mountains. Thoro woro
tints of crimson, amber and gold, nnd
abovo all whlto pillars rolled majestical
ly palaces moro magniticent anil stately
then any that the human mind could
"How gran ill" sho said, as Dick
looked smilingly at her.
"Tho mind of man cannot moasuro
all its beauties," said Dick, as ho lighted
a oigar and settled himself down for
somo "solid enjoyment."
As tho red and golden glories strotch
ed abovo tho horizon, a light broozo
sprang up, fanning Mary Hope's cheeks,
caressing her hair lightly, and sighing
through tho thin selvage of trees which
Dick's father had planted along tho
roadway boforo his son was born. Tho
god of day wheeled his chariot aloft,
radiating, as only tho summer sun can,
tho rarest tints of amber and crimson
and gold, until tho purple glorios,
rolling aloft liko great billows, gradual
ly arched themselves into the semblance
of a gateway, through which Mary
IIopo caught, in fancy, glimpses of tho
Cofcstial City. Sho did not spoak, but
sat perfectly quiet, drinking in tho
beauties of tho most beautiful morning
Dick IIopo had ovor witnessed in tho
"riioro is Pringlo's Flat," said Dlok,
suddenly, pointing ahead.
"Surely wo havo not come sovon
"Scarcely. How far Is that ahead?"
"Is it a mile, DickP"
Dick laughed loudly : " It's nearer
"1 don't understand it."
"That's what tho smart hunters from
tho East say when the' shoot and miss
their game. It'sthe atmosphere, Mary."
" It's a small place," said his wifo,
as sho looked forward to Pringlo's Flat,
lying a little below them, Boyond it
there was aribbou of molten gold, made
by tho sun's slanting rays hilling upon
tho river. "And that is" tho river."
"We'll bo thoro in twenty minutes,"
said Dick IIopo, "when 1 want to in
troduce you to somo of tho nicest peo
ple in this end of tho State."
Tho people Dick referred to recoivod
tho young couple in u manner that made
Maty Hopo's chcoks glow with gratifi
cation. Her husband was a man uni
versally admired as lino a specimen of
his kind as was ever produced west of
Pringlo's Flat. The brido, during tho
two hours thoy remained in tho town,
created a ripplo of talk. Thoro was
something about Dick and his wifo that
made peoplo turn to look at thorn.
When thoy drove away, a seoro of
friends waved good wishes and tossod
kisses after them.
" Now for Dan's llouk." said Dick, rb
u ffavo his maro tho roin and cast a
backward glanco at Pringlo's Flat.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
"Pretty!" said his wifo. "Why,
Dick, it's lovely! See tho light on die
church-windows; it looks as though it
woro really on lire Tho houses aro so
'pretty, too, the streets so wide, and
thero is such an air of pcaco and com
fort about it! Why, it is liko a
that has grown up in a night, it
wonderfully clean and neat just
a painter would make if lie woro paint
ing towns to pleaso people."
"I'm glad you liko it. That reminds
mo: do you seo that house abovo tho
church, to the loft?"
"It looks charming -the prottiest
"Glad vou liko it."
"It's yours. I bought
went East for you. We'll
of it when wo return,
it boforo I
if wo havo
That was Dick Hope's way.
Tho drive to Dan's Rock occupied nu
linuv. "Now for a trial ot vour
strength," said Dick, as ho tied his
horso to a treo at tho baso of tho great
rock and assisted his wifo to tho ground
where thoy wore to lunch.
"Must 1 climb up there, DickP" said
"That's tho programme what wo
camw out for to-day. You've heard so
much of the view from Dan's Rock that
you want to soo it for yoursolf. Do you
know you remind mo now of Parthenia
fetching water from tho spring?"
" Parthenia tamed her husband, didn't
slvc, Diek? I'm glad your mother savod
mo tho trouble."
That was a lunch Mary IIopo often
recalled in after-years. Dick persisted
in forcing all kinds of dainties upon
hor, " Irish fashion," as sho said after
ward. It was tho first time sho had
ovor had him to herself in tho glad day
with no curious o es to peer on them,
and sho subjected hor lord and mastor
in hor turn to such straits that ho glad
ly cried quits as ho put his hair out of
ins oyes and viewed ins tormentor.
Thon they slowlv mounted tho mass-
ivo hoap called Dan's Rock. Such a
view! A swoop of forty milos in ono
direction, east, and almost as grand a
view to tho west.
Dick sat down and handed his wife
tho glasses, as ho lighted a fresh cigar:
"Do you soo that hill away off to tho
"Hasn't it a curious shape?"
"That's wlmrn t.lw wind" ('nillf'S from.
-Uioy manufacture it up there."
"What do you moan, Diek?"
"There's a valloy back thoro that ox
tonds full forty niilos northwest, whore
you como to prairie-land liko ours back
of I rmglo's Flat, only thoro is ton times
more of it. Tho wind rolh down tho
yulley and plays tho very douco with
thingson tho rivor about tho Point,
oomotimos it rains, and thon you'd think
1,10 boavons woro emptying; all tho
water In tho valloy swoops down below
us noro, ilils tho valloy whoro it uurrows
thoro like tho neck of a bottle, and then
look out for trouble. I saw it onco;
that Is all I want to soo."
"Is It so awful, Diek?"
"It Is roally awful, Mary."
"And now It looks liko liko tho
plains of Egypt. I can't concuivo of
anything disturbing tho porfect peaeo
of this beautiful scono. boo that cloud
away off thoro, Dlok."
"About tho slzo of a man's hand? I
"It's tho only spook in tho sky," said
"It's not liko our sky, thou," said
Dick, as ho kissed hor standing on tho
very top of Dan's Hock. "Do you
know it is timo wo woro moving now!"
"Wo havo only been horo a little
" It is throe hours since wo stopped
at tho foot of Dan's Hock."
"My goodness, Dick!"
"That's what I'm always saying to
myself when I think you took mo boforo
all tho other follows."
"It can't bo."
"Look for yoursolf," said Dlok, Hold
ing out his watch.
"It's tho grandest day of my lifo,
Dick. I wouldn't havo missed it for
Ho gave her his hand and holpod hor
down tho rough places. Onco in a
while Mary would stop to gather bits
of mosw and llowors as mementos of a
red-letter day. At least an hour was
consumed In tho descont. Then thoy
got into tho buggy and turned homo
ward, but not oh tho road leading past
"Wo want to seo all that can bo
scon, don't wo?" said Dick!
"Hy all means," answered his wifo,
as sho tied hor hat loosely and pre
pared to enjoy tho drive homo. "But
didn't your father toll vou to go homo
"Tho other is the hotter road."
"You know best, Diek."
"Dick's maro went at a slapping
pace. " She smells oats," said Dick."
"Looklit Pringlo's Flat, Dick."
"Pretty, isn't it?"
"Thoro is not a loaf stirring, ono
would think. It looks so restful ovor
thoro! It might bo a deserted village."
"It docs look unusually quiet, now I
notice it. lint then this sun is terrible.
Seo if you can find our houso ovor
Thoro was a long silence, then tho
young wifo gleefully pointed out tho
house, and there was another long si
lence, which was broken by Mrs. IIopo
saying suddenly, " What is that curious
"1 hear nothing."
"Thero! Do you hear it now?"
Dick inclined an oar. Thoy woro
fairly clear of tho rough land at tho
baso of Dan's Rook now, ami tho maro
was trotting rapidly. Suddenly hor
driver's firm hand brought hor upon
liar Imunoliua. Dick UoUsncd 'intently.
His wifo was rig-lit: hor ears were
keener than Ins
in tho nir.
Thoro was something1
At that instant Mary's hand clutched
his arm convulsively as sho cried out,
"Oh, Dick, what is that back of us?"
She was looking back with horror
stricken oyes anil palo lips.
Dick turned. A cloud liko a black
wall was rushing down on them; it
seemed to Diek Hope's oyos as black as
ink. An awful fear possessed him.
Thoro was a hush, a stillness in tho air
as chilling as tho terrible cloud behind
them. "Go 'long!" ho exclaimed, des
poratoly, cutting tho maro fiercely with
Tho maro shot ont liko an arrow, and
at that momont another sound smote
their oars a sound that was liko tho
crash of worlds. Tho maro
reared, thon trosumod hor
course. Her owner had lost
trol of her.
Rut ono thought animated Dick IIopo
as ho clasped his wifo with his right
arm, whilo ho hold fast to tho reins
with h'rs loft hand, shutting his toetli
liko a vise. That thought was, " Pray
God wo reach tho rivor-bottoni!"
Tho earth groaned undor thoir foot.
A sound liko tho rush and roar and
screams of a million locomotives
deafened them. Diek Hono in
stinctively turned and
young wifo in his arms
Ho did not
soo tho maro; ho saw
his wife's face, and
struck terror to his
something in it
heart. His own
was as ashy gray at that momont as his
young wife's whon sho turned her last
appoaling look upon him and moved her
lips. His ono prayer was that thoy
might dio together. It soomod to thorn
thon that all tho sound in tho air and
earth was condonsod, gathered into ono
awful shriek. Earth and sky woro ob
literated. Dick IIopo felt himself lifted
up and Hung liko a, ilako through tho
Whon ho recovered his senses ho was
lying whoro ho had prayed to bo--in
tho river-bottom, with his wife eloso be
side him. Tho awful storm did
divide them. Tho tornado, liko
ing boast, had simply taken them up in
its teeth, so to spoak, tossed them aside,
and nursucd its path. Whoro thoy woro
lying tho water was so shoal that it
scarcely covered them.
Dick sat up and spoke to his wifo, but
sho did not answer. Then ho nut ono
hand up involuntarily, in a weak, holp
loss way. Thoro was blood on his faco;
hi! nntild not seo: his oyos were full of
sand. Ho struck himself in despair,
and, again graspiug his wifo, said in a
hoarse voice, "You aro not (, Mary?"
Whether it was tho water from tho
rivor he dashed into hisfcvco or tho gush
of tears that camo into his oyes, Dick
does not knw to this day, but suddenly
his eyes became clear, and ho could soo
his wifo lying with her lace noxt him
and tho water wailing her long hair
ovor her breast. Ho lilted her up. Ho
folt her hands, hor cheeks. Thqn sud
denly ho summoned all his remaining
Rtrcngth for ono supromo effort, and
dragged rathor than carried hor up to
tho "dry aholvlng bench undor tho bluff.
Mary IIopo slowly opouod hor eyes and
looked at her husband. Then sho put
her hands slowly up to hor face and cov
Dick saw tho tears coursing down
hor chooks. "Don't! don't! Maryl"
"I can't help it, 1 nm not crying with
pain or grief; it's because you are liv
ing boeauso wo aro botli spared."
Dick's strength returned to him. Ho
stood up and lookotl about him. Until
that momont ho did not know that ho
wa9 goalless and without vest or shirt:
ho whs linked. Ho prossod his oyos
with his hands nnd looked down on him
self liko ouo wakening out of a dream.
Ho looked at his wife, still sitting with
her faco covered with hor hands:
" Mary, wo aro almost naked. Thoro Is
nothing on mo, and your dress Is in rib
bons." Ho looked up and down tho
river In a holploss way, still pressing a
hand to his head: "I don't soo any
sign of tho buggy or horso." Then
ho cast his glance at tho bluff back of
thorn. "Como, lot us go up on tho
Ho had to carry hor.
" It is tho horrlblo fright, dear Dlok.
I'll soon got ovor It," sho said whon ho
sot hor down goutly on tho level ground.
"Mary, look ovor thoro. l)o you
soo anything? My oyos aro so full of
sand, so sore, that I can't make it out
quite. Everything looks blurred."
She did not answer him. It was not
boeauso hor oyos woro not clear. As
she looked wondoringly, hor hand, that
had nover rolinqttl
from tho moment ho seated hor on tho
prairie, elapsed his convulsively. Then
sho uttered a loud cry.
"1 I oxpocted as much," said Dick,
speaking more to himsolf titan to his
wifo. "Nothing nothing man ovor
made could stand boforo that storm."
"Oh, Diek," she exclaimed, sobbing
ly, "there is nothing loft of the town
not a houso. 1 can only soo a hoap
hero and thoro something liko fallen
chimnoyu, and smoke and lire."
"That's tho end of Pringlo's Fkit,
Ho looked back ovor tho prairio
back to tho friugo of trees that Bkirted
a portion of tho road near the baso of
Dan s nock but a little whilo since, lio
could not recognize tho placo he had
looked on a hundred times. Tho trcos
had disappeared; thoy had boon swept
from the faeo of tho onrth. Thon ho
shaded his eyes with his hand nnd looked
across to whoro Pringlo's Flat had stood
in all tho prido of a now Western town.
Dick Hone suddenly kn'olt bv his wifo's'
sido, still holding her hand, saying, "Lot
us pray." ,
Among all thoso who witnessed tho
awu-lnnpinnK tornado that swept Prin
glo's Flat until not onu stone stood upon
another, killing, maiming all living
creatures in its path, nono havo such
vivid recollections as Diek IIopo and
his wifo. When thoy rofor to thoir ox
periouco onthattorribloday, thoy speak
in a low tone, roverontly, as though
standing in tho prosonco of tho dead.
David Lowry, in LipvincoWs Magazine.
No ono but a shoemaker could havo
thought Coleridge Bcrious in his strange
saying that tho shoemaker's bench had
produced moro eminent man than any
other handicraft. Tho Shoe and Leather
Reporter has, however, compiled a "bill
of particulars," in tho shape of a list of
famous cobblers, which scorns to act as
au effectual estoppel on all jealous
craftsmen. Hans Christian Andorseu,
who needs no introduction, may head
tho list, and Hans Sachs, of Nuromberg,
who, though ho made shoos all his life,
yot also made 6,000 poems, plays, farces
and rhyming fablos, may bo put noxt.
Sir Cloudosloy Shovel was a shoemaker
until ho enlisted iu tho navy, and so
was Sir Cliristophor Minns, anothor
English Admiral. John Howson, ono
of Cromwoirs Colonels, and a signer
of Charles I.'s doatli warrant; Samuol
Bradburn, tho "Domosthonos of Meth
odism," as well as a Bishop; James
Laekington, whoso catalogue of publi
cations readied tho total enormous
for that time -of thirty-seven volumes
in 1787 all these worocobblors at lirst,
if not at tho last. Continuing tho En
glish list, William Gilford, whoso mem
ory Ls preserved by a complimentary
allusion in Byron's "English Bards
and Scotch Reviewers," and whoso
body is buried in Wostminstor Abboy;
Goorgo Fox, tho arch-Quakor; William
Carov. a missionary famous a centurv
ago, and who read tho proofs of tho
Bible in twonty-soven Oriental lan
guages; Samuel "Drew, "tho Locko of
the "nineteenth century." whoso experi
ence as tin author led him to formulate
tho sad truth that "tho man who
makes shoes w suro of his wagos, but
tho man who makes books is novor
suro of anything;" Thomas Iloleroft,
whoso namo is not nearly so well
known as that of a single ono of his
plays, "Tho Road to Ruin:" tho
Rloomfield brothers, whom Byron thus
" y tuneful cnblilorH, still yournotos prolong
Compose at onco a slipper and a song;"
John Pounds, whom school children
cried at being turned away from all
thoso, and lessor lights too numerous
to mention, were English shoemakers.
Coming to our own country, Roger
Shot man, ono of tho "signers," loads
tho list in timo, but Vico-Prosidont
Henry Wilson in rank. Besides these
woro Congressman Shoffoy and Noah
Worcester, founder of tho Massachu
setts Peace Society. And ox-Govorn-ors
II. P. Baldwin, of Michigan, and
William Clallin, of Massachusetts, if
thoy nover made shoes, at loast dealt in
thom largely enough to bo named horo.
Altogether tho list is sullloiontly im
posing and convincing to justify a vor
dict in favor of Coloridgo's saying.
PERSONAL AND L1TI2RARY.
A Borlin butohor has written a flvo
aot comedy that is about to bo pre
sented In ono of tho thoatcrs of that
Mary Clommor, so long known as
a Washington correspondent, has aban
doned hor letter writing ami now do
votes herself almost entirely to loss
Bishop Coxo, himsolf a poot of no
ordinary merit, says that no would
rathor havo written Watt's hymn,
"When lsurvoy tho wondrous cross,"
than Gray's "Elegy," Milton's "Co
inns" or "Lvoldas," orDanto's "Para- '
Gambctta ta tho most rapid talkor
and writer among European statesmen;
in public speeches ho has at timos de
livered ouo hundred nnd eighty words
a minute, and whon he puts pon to pa
por which is raroly ho writes at tho
rate of forty words a mlnuto. Stonog
raphors find it no easy matter to koop
up with him.
Miss Abigail B. Judson, of Plym
outh, Mass., hitoly passed her nlnottoth
birthday. Sho Ls a sistor of tho lato
Adoulram Judson, tho famous mission
nry to Btirmah, and livos alono In tho
houso onco occupied by him. Its front
door has novor boon opouod since his
body was carried through, and Miss
Judson ordors that it shall remain
shut until hor own funoral takes placo.
Bernhardt, Salvinl ami Buffalo Bill
appoared nt three Philadelphia theaters
on tho snmo ovoning. Bornhardt's
audience was small, and Salvlul's of
modernto sl.o, whilo Buffalo BUI had a
crowded houso. "I did fool a little
anxious," Baid tho lattor, "playing
ngainstsuch strong rivalry, but It turnou
out all right. Oh, tho public knows a
good thing whon it sees it."
Tho big magazines, Harper's, Scrib
ncrf and tho Atlantic, rocoivo enough
manuscripts ovory day to make up an
ontlro number. This fnot may help
somo dissappointod pooplo to under
stand why it is that bo many really good
articles havo to bo rojoctod, and it mny
afford thom a moans of guessing why it
is that tho editor of a magazine cannot
sond a dotailod lottor of explanation
with each rejected contribution.
No matter how highly educated a
man is, whon ho is sick ho Is an 111
lltorato. Boston Transcript.
Every man has his follies, and
ofttimes thoy aro tho most interesting
things ho has got. Josh Hillings.
A poor oxcuso is bottor than nono,
nnd tho sanio may bo said of a poor
dinnor.--A.cto Haven Register.
"That puts a different faco on It,"
said tho Hwlndlor whoa ha rntaad a
cheek from 20 to $200. Meridcn Jic
cordcr. Why is a green persimmon liko a
girl's lips whon sho bids hor lovor good
ly at tho gato? Boeauso thoy both
puckor. Wheeling Journal.
Speech is silver and silenco golden.
That is whoro it costs moro to mako a
man hold his tongue than it doos to lot
him talk. N. O. IHcauwie.
Prof. Swing says " tho coming man
will bo temperate, chaste, merciful, just,
gouerous, charitable, largo-hoartod,
sweet-tempered; Christian; a good
neighbor and a faithful citizen." Com
ing! Why, (lorn yorpolt.wo'vo nrrivod.
Italy has a surplus of lfi.000,000
llres. Financial Chronicle. That's un
lucky, they're such a drug in tho market
just now. Tho Wostorn papers aro all
supplied, wo understand, and thoro
won't bo any important political cam
paign for somo timo to como. N. Y.
It was thoir first night aboard tho
steamor. " At last," ho said tenderly,
" wo aro all alono, out upon tho deep
waters of tho dark blue soa, and your
heart will always beat for mo as It has
boat in tho past?" "My heart's all
right," alio answered, languidly, "but,
my stomach fools awful." Brooklyn
A Talking Corpse.
Not many days ago a corpso was
placed iu tho baggage car of ouo of tho
Contral trains at Syracuse, oonsignod
to Buffalo. Tho ear was well filled, and
away back in ono corner was stowed u
very talkative parrot that wastravoling
to a point beyond Buffalo. In front of
tho parrot's cage was piled express
matt or so high as to nearly close tho
bird in. Every thing moved right un
til tho train reached Rochester. Thoro
n oliango of train gangs was mado to
run through to Buffalo, and a now bag
gagonmn took possession of tho car
containing tho corpso and tho parrot.
Boforo tho train had moved very far
out of tho Contral depot, and while tho
baggageman was busy arranging Iris
papers, a voico from ono end oftho car
moaned "Lot mo out, it's hot." Tho
baggageman who had noticed tho box
containing tho coffin, directed his
vision toward that object, and stood for
a moment in blank amazement, wonder
ing whether his ears had deceived him.
But ho did not wait long, for tho words
woro repealed in moro mournful tones
than boforo. Tho frightened man loft
the car in ouo bound, and finding the
conductor, said: "Hank! thoy' vo got a
live man in tho eolliu; como and help
got him out!" Tho conductor accom
panied tho baggageman to his car, and
soon succeeded iu convincing him that
tho corpso was not as lively as tho
parrot. Ithaca (N. Y.) Journal.
Japan has 4,377 post-offices, and
tho aggregato length of its mail routes
in operation is 42,'Ji)l niilob. Thomon-oy-ordor
system is employed to tho pub
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